Mom Who?

My birthday was last week. The boys wanted to give me pillows. I helped them make the pillows with their portable sewing machine. By the way, I do not sew. When the pillows were completed, Michael asked me, sincerely, to forget that these pillows constituted my birthday gift. It is difficult for me to imagine that a boy as bright as Michael could believe that after spending over an hour helping them sew these pillows (did I mention that I do not know how to sew?), it would be possible for me, over the next two days, to completely forget about it. But maybe I am looking at this from the wrong angle. Perhaps that is exactly how Michael views me. It just may be time (in the interest of preserving the respect the boys still have for me) to stop pretending that I can be fooled this easily.

We went out to dinner for my birthday. It was lovely. The boys gave me the presents (hint: pillows) and homemade cards. In two places on my card from Michael, he wrote "To Mom (Laura)".